Look into the eye of one of the many br Retired or redundant regulars; br you will be told you do not belong here. br A room of red bloated faces look br with disdain into their never empty glasses. br Old lessons of mistaken national pride br are not forgotten depsite the road to oblivion. br br All consuming clouds of smoke br entwined with heavy stares br make it hard to breath, br or believe that within the womb of culture br dead beliefs still live. br br Only the painting remain the same br just more yellow around the edges. br The tables despite constant lashings br of varnish still bare the engravings of hate. br Drunkens men's words last longer in wood. br br The toilets with all there piss pools br from afternoon battered bladders br offered no solitude. br 'white Pride does not hide' br Said the slogan in the shit smeared br cubicle, I could only laugh at the irony.